As sun descends in silver light Color ends for blackest night Lifts the chin toward heaven now Eyes turn up and then somehow The rain of stars come falling down More like stardust never found. Lines of white across the hour The stuff of stars without their power Pulled along by gravity To pock the land and plunge in sea Gone as swiftly as a beam To unknown places never seen. Silent streaks, straight and sure Burning brightly, glowing pure Beat by beat and line by line Their song rings out through all of time Reflecting in the eyes and mind A greater good for all mankind. Something hopeful, something higher Imagination to inspire Raising sights above what’s here To see beyond the yesteryear To plan a purpose for what is true And give our all for what is new. Something in us, some connection Reignites in this direction Triangulation of this space Uncurls the inward toward a grace The skies declare a glory learned A greater view in memories burned. Until the last great star has blazed And we embrace the halcyon days What goes up, must come down The end of night, without a sound Take in hand, what is true The same for me, the same for you.
Chanda Singleton Griese © Art by Roberto Alonso ©
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